So, I'm home for Spring Break this week. And for the first half of it my daddy has to go on a business trip. Bummer deal, right? Yeah, I thought so too.
Well, about twenty minutes ago, he comes out to the kitchen with the clippers (the box set). Mom normally cuts his hair, but with her arm problem she is in no condition to do it right now. She was going to suffer through it though. Until I caught on to the silly business!
We had talked about me doing it last time I was home. Granted, last time I wasn't sick.
Dad hasn't been getting near me, for fear of "contamination." But, after some convincing (which involved me tying a tea towel around my face so I couldn't breathe on him and thickly applied Germ-X) he let me do the job.
It turned out pretty well. I also helped get rid of some of the peach fuzz on the back of his neck. I was feeling to make sure I got it all and decided that: "this is in beard jurisdiction." That got a laugh. He told me anything around his jawline he could get himself.
As a kid, you never think you'll cut your parent's hair. It was kind of a weird feeling. It made me think of the time Mom was gone and Dad had to put my hair in a pony tail for me. I could tell he felt like a fish out of water. He started out using my comb (which I never use) and then decided that his own soft wire brush would do better. It turned out to be a low pony tail. I will never forget that day, sitting on a chair in the middle of the kitchen, Daddy running his fingers through my little girl hair. And today, Daddy sitting in the middle of the kitchen on a chair while I ran my fingers through his feathery "old man" hair.
"Catching butterfly kisses at night."
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